She's Gold & He's Garbage

(Slow, heavy synth bass pulsates. Sounds of rain and a lighter flicking. Vocal is whispered, intimate)

Yeah...

Look at you.

Wipe that mascara, baby.

It’s already over.

(Minimalist electronic plucks, dark atmosphere)

Neon lights are blurring

in the parking lot

Watching you cry

over a man who forgot

That you are the fire,

you are the heat

He’s just a shadow,

walking down the street

Stop checkin' your phone,

looking for his name

He’s playing checkers,

you’re in a different game

Dry your eyes,

pick your shoulders up off the floor

He’s a 2 out of 10,

you are so much more.

(Beat drops: heavy, distorted synth bass, crisp snap-trap snare)

So buy yourself the flowers,

yeah, fill the room

You can love yourself better

in the dark and gloom

It’s his loss, a stupid, tragic mistake

You’re a Rockstar, give ‘em nothing to take

Kiss his memory goodbye, watch it fade to black...

No looking back, no, (No looking back, no)

no looking back. (No looking back)

(Beat continues, but more staccato/driving)

He gave you the bare minimum, a skeleton love

You deserve the heavens, the stars above

Let him see your smile

in a picture online

Looking like a queen, and doing just fine

He thought you’d break,

thought you’d fall apart

But you’re rebuilding a stronger heart

Yeah, he made the mistake,

let him live with the ghosts

You're dancing alone, you're the one who boasts.

(Vocals become distorted/layered. Bass becomes extremely heavy. The "dark" drop)

(Whisper) It's his loss.

(Shout) His loss!

Gold!

(Drop)

She don’t need your love,

She don’t need your touch

She don’t need a man

to tell her she's too much

She can love herself, yeah,

She can love herself!

Better. Better. Better.

(Beat drops: heavy, distorted synth bass, crisp snap-trap snare)

So buy yourself the flowers,

yeah, fill the room

You can love yourself better

in the dark and gloom

It’s his loss, a stupid, tragic mistake

You’re a Rockstar, give ‘em nothing to take

Kiss his memory goodbye, watch it fade to black...

No looking back, no, (No looking back, no)

no looking back. (No looking back)

(Beat fades out to just the heavy synth bass and ambient noise)

Yeah, you’re beautiful.

Don't you forget it.

She's Gold and he's garbage.

(Sound of door slamming, then silence)